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Fire And Brim

Unfortunately I had a dream as a child that I went to hell. When I woke up I was thankful to still be here. Hence in remembrance this poem was born

I wayward fell in a freakish hell,
to a place of discarded doom
I wriggled and squirmed, then confirmed,
no one was coming to my rescue
 
There was fire and brim, burning bones,
and the smell of melting flesh
I heard their screams, now futile deemed,
there was no place for their souls to rest
 
Deafen my ears from their wails and tears,
for I  could not bare their gnashing of teeth
They recited the word while vomiting curd,
but their voices grew faint beneath
 
I saw a broad door from far, far away
and like rain they were falling through
Now in their hand placed a golden fan
a reward from Satan, whom they knew
 
To my surprise, I opened my eyes,
to realized to hell and back I’d been
There lay the good book, I took a hard look
and cried “Thank  you Lord!  I’m still here!”

(2014)

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